We live behind your eyes.
We watch as you go about your days, seeing each act, knowing every secret. We watch, and wait.
We wait to catch you at your weakest. Your moments of anger, of despair. It’s then that we seize control, driving you to action you’d never be capable of.
Personal destruction, utter and complete.
And then we return you to you. You face consequences for our actions. And if you try to tell anyone the truth, they’ll surely think you mad.
They’ll have to.
It’s either that or face what lives behind their own eyes.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Behing Your Eyes
Labels: 100 words, Drabble, Madness, Posession, Short story
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